It starts so small.
It always feels like getting the beaver festival to happen is like pulling up an ancient creaking sunken ship from the bottom of the ocean by only spider web threads. Impossible. Unlikely. Not going to happen. Not enough music, too many no’s on the silent auction front, missed deadlines and escaped exhibits, but then finally it starts, painfully, slowly to take shape. Just the beginnings, mind you. Just the barest hint of an outline in the fog.
Slowly it transforms from flatly “impossible” to “Potentially possible.”
I read once a quote from American author Mignon McLaughin.
“Even cowards can endure hardship, only the brave can endure suspense.”
Be brave.
